Photographer's Note

... And then the little girl went out of the refuge because she wanted to see the new rising sun. Yesterday's nigth had been very short with her dormitory's neighboor telling her the beauty of the moutain morning sun.

Too late. Too bad.

It had already risen in the soft purple sky and she felt angry because it was the last time she was going to see such a beautiful thing in the whole year.

The land on which she walked was made of a dirty grey/green disparate down... She kicked it. Then she raised her little head.

Oh the mountain ! yes, the mountain was terrific... it was such a thing, red and yellow then orange and back to yellow... She would tell her friends back to school about such a wonder.

But now the tears of anger had just reached the green down and she felt aslept in the cold grey ground of the magnetic earth.